Page 88 of Vegas Heat: The Expansion Team Complete Series
“You didn’t get enough last night?” I murmur against his neck.
“I will never get enough of you,” he murmurs right back. His lips drop down to mine, and he kisses me as he wraps his arms around my naked torso.
We’re back in the training room, and he tore my shirt over my head and I think we’re supposed to be up by the SFK kid’s area checking on things, but instead we found an empty weight room so we decided to take advantage.
I know we’re tempting fate here, but I can’t get enough of him, either.
We spent all night naked. We woke up and did it again. And now, a mere two hours into the workday, we’re in the training room about to have sex again .
I’ve never been with a man who had this much sexual vitality, but I’ve also never been with a man who made me feel this needy all the time , either. When I’m not around him, I ache for him. When I am around him, I become, well…
“I love how greedy your cunt is for me, baby. Let me fill it one more time before lunch.”
He’s not wrong. It is greedy and I do want him to fill it, and if I didn’t feel the soft slide of his teeth against my nipple a moment later, I’d wonder whether this was real or a dream.
It’s real.
I cry out with pleasure lined with the gentlest bite of pain.
“Shh,” he warns, biting down a little harder.
I gasp as my hips thrust against his of their own volition. “Oh my God, Cooper,” I moan.
“That’s right, baby,” he whispers. He pulls his cock out, and a second later he’s driving into me. He adjusts us so he’s holding on under my thighs, and he bounces me up and down as he thrusts into me. Holy fuck, it takes an athletic man to do what he’s doing, but he’s doing it incredibly.
I can’t take it.
Between the feel of him, the sweet sensation of him rocking into me, the emotions coursing between us, and God, even the smell of him, I lose all control. My body spasms under his touch, like it was made to be handled by him and him alone.
I come with force as I jerk and twist over him, but he holds tight onto me before he explodes into his own orgasm with a mighty roar.
“Shh,” I remind him lazily as I come down from my high, my mouth close to his ear since I’ve gone limp in his arms. I feel like a noodle, or jelly, or some sort of jelly noodle.
How the hell am I supposed to just get dressed and head back to work like he didn’t just give me the most blissful few minutes of my entire life?
He chuckles as he gently sets me on the exam table, and I feel like I could curl up in a ball and take a nap. Instead, I sort of slump against the wall wishing I could just get a few minutes of sleep.
But I can’t. Because I’m here working.
He cleans himself up and tucks the pleasure stick back into his shorts. “Does that get better every time?” he asks as his brows knit together. He reaches over and hands me my bra.
I sit up and nod as I start to pull it on. “Seems impossible, but yes, I really think it does.”
He hands me my shirt next, and he covers up his glorious body with his own shirt to my dismay.
I force myself off the table to grab the rest of my clothes.
As has become our routine, Cooper opens the door first to make sure the coast is clear once we’re dressed.
“Joanie,” he says loudly as soon as he walks out of the room.
Shit.
I slink back into the room, moving into the shadows as much as I can.
“Where’s Gabby?” she asks.
“How should I know?”
“Because I sent her off with you to check on the StrongFitKids progress over a half hour ago and nobody up there saw you. What were you doing in the training room?” she demands. She’s onto us, I just know it. I can hear the suspicion in her voice.
“I was, uh…taping my finger.”
“There’s no tape on your finger, Cooper,” she says sternly.
“No, Joanie! Don’t go in—” his voice trails off as the door opens and Joanie stands there staring back at me. “—there.”
I wave a little sheepishly. “Hi.”
“What are you doing?” she asks. She takes a step toward me, and she smooths my hair down on one side.
I clear my throat, but I can’t seem to find the words.
“She was getting tape for my finger,” Cooper says, inflecting it at the end like a question.
God, he’s a bad liar.
“Are you two…” Joanie asks, looking between the two of us.
I blow out a breath, and when I look at Cooper, I can’t help but think it’s all going to be okay. He gives me a warning look, but I can’t keep lying to her—not when I’ve started to feel a closer connection to her. Maybe she’ll have some insight on how to break this to my dad, anyway. She seems to know him pretty well given the fact that she’s wearing his pear-shaped engagement ring on her finger.
“Yes,” I finally say softly. “We are.”
She purses her lips as if she’s torn between scolding me, expressing her disapproval, or showing support.
“We first met before I knew he was playing for my father…before he knew I was Troy’s daughter. We tried to fight it, but we couldn’t,” I admit.
Cooper just stands there silently, clearly letting me take the lead on this one.
She nods. “I had a feeling.” She draws in a long breath before she lets it out. “Your father can’t find out. And for fuck’s sake, you can’t be doing this here at the stadium. Look at the two of you, those relaxed looks on your faces.” She shakes her head with disapproval. “If this was anyone else, you’d be fired. You realize that, right?”
“I know, ma’am,” I say quietly. “I’m so sorry.” I have no defense. My boss-slash-future stepmother just caught me banging her future husband’s best friend while we’re both supposed to be on the clock.
“You said Troy can’t find out,” Cooper begins, finally joining the conversation. “Why, exactly?”
“Lots of reasons, Cooper. For one, you’re, what—at least a decade, maybe more, older than her. You’re in two totally different generations. You’re probably three years away from retirement, and she’s not even out of college yet. And aside from that, the last thing he wants is for his daughter to get caught up with a ballplayer. He knows what sort of commitment it takes from you. It’s something he and I have talked a lot about over the last year as he moved into this management position. His first commitment will be the game, and I understand that. I support that. But he doesn’t want that for you, Gabby. He wants better for you. You’re his little girl, and—”
“And I’m afraid that’s all I’ll ever be to him,” I say, cutting her off. “I’m an adult, but he’ll never see me as one.”
“You’re absolutely right, honey. He missed out on all that time with you, and we both know how protective he is.” She shakes her head a little as she wrestles with that last thought, and I wonder exactly how protective he is and why she seems to react the way she does to those words. “What is this thing between you two anyway?” The subject change is both abrupt and jarring.
Cooper and I exchange a glance.
“It’s…” he begins.
“Everything,” I finish, going for total honesty and transparency. She already knows, so what good would diminishing what has blossomed between the two of us do?
He nods. “Everything,” he repeats, and our eyes lock across the small space separating us.
Joanie blows out a breath. “Oh hell. Then I guess I’ll do what I can to hide it, but your father can never know I know. This is going to make the wedding plenty awkward.” She mutters the last part under her breath, and I can’t help a small giggle.
Cooper chuckles, too, and then Joanie looks between the two of us a little wryly at first before she bursts out into laughter, too.
Maybe it doesn’t make sense, but somehow now that she knows, I feel just a little closer to her.
“Now get your ass back up to my office, and no more stadium shenanigans, do you two hear me?” She shakes her head as she spins to walk out of the room, muttering the whole way out. “If he only knew what putting you on Cooper as a shadow really meant…”
Cooper and I both laugh as she walks out, but he turns serious for a beat. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “I’m fine. It’s sort of a relief, really. One less person to hide it from, though I’m sure it’s not going to be easy for her to keep something like this from my father.”
“She’s right, though. I know I can’t keep my hands off you, but it’s probably in our best interest to resist this when we’re together at the stadium,” he admits.
“No more stadium shenanigans,” I say sadly, even though I hate the idea of resisting him anywhere, anytime. “You’re right. Too many people already know. It’s only a matter of time before it gets back to my dad.”
“Then let’s cut it off. Do we need to stage some big break up and really keep this thing secret?”
“Maybe just in front of Mackenzie. I don’t trust her,” I say. “But I’m okay with your friends knowing as long as you trust them.”
He nods. “I do. But next time she’s around, we’ll fake a fight and end it.”
“And it would be even better if you hit on her,” I add.
He wrinkles his nose. “Do I have to?”
“As long as you come home to me, pal.”
He laughs, and he taps the tip of my nose. “Always.”
I wish we hadn’t just vowed no more stadium shenanigans, because I’d love to seal that promise with some more time in the training room.